The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-06-17

giadness al through the house. at the
fact Of pardon and peace and salvation.
'sWell," said the people after the SER
vice: Il guess you had b.tter sad Liv.
ingston home; he Is making the revival
worse.'
Oh, for the giles from heaven. and
Christ ON board the shipi TIE danger OF
the Church Of God is not in revivals.
Again, my subjsc impr.sses me with
the fact that Jesus was God and man in
the same being Here he is in the back
part Of the boat Oh how tired>he looks;
what sad dreams he must havei Look at
his countcnance; he must be thinking OF
the cross to ccma Look at HIM; he is
man-bone of our bone, n,sh OF our flesh.
Tired. he falls asleep; rs is . man. But
then find Christ at the prov Of thu boat;
hear him say:
Peace, be stilli
And see the storm kneeling at his feet,
and the tempcsts folding their wings In
his presence; he - God.
If have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, go and kneel down at the
back part Of the boat end say:
%. Christi weary one Of Gennesarct
sympathise with all my sorrows, man OF
Nazareth, mau Of the crossr'
A man. man. But If want to conquer
my spiritual foes, II want to get the vic
tory over SIN. death and hell, come to the
front of the boat. and kneel down, and
say: 20. Lord Jesus Christ. thou who
doest hush the tempest, hush all my grief,
hush all my temptations, hush all my
SIM
A man, q man: God, God.
learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush a tempest. Itdid seem as
il every thing must go to ruin. The dis
ciples had gwen up the idea OF managing
the ship; the crew were entirely demon.
allied: yet Christ rises and he puts his
foot on the storm Oh, yes! Christ can
hush the tempests.
You have had trouble Perhaps it was
the little child taken away from you-the
sweetest child Of the household, the one
who asked the most curious questions,
and stood around you with the greatest
fondncss, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an
only son. and your heart has ever since
been like a desolated castle, the owls of
the night hoctiug among the fallen arches
and the crumbling stairways.
Perhaps 1t was an aged mother. You
always went to her with your troubles.
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children into life. and when they died she
was there to pity you; that old hand will
do you no more kindness; that white lock
of hair you put away in the casket or in
the locket, didn't look as it usually did
when she brushed 1t away from her
wrink'ei brow in the home circle or in
the country church. o: your property
gone. You said:
Il have so much bank stock, have so
manv Government securities, I have so
MANY houses, have SO many farms. All
gone, all gone"
Why, sir. all the storms that ever tram
Piled their thunders. all the shIpwrecks
have not been worse than this to you.
Yet you have not been completely over
thrown. Why! Christ hushed the tenn.
pest. Your litsle one was taken away.
Christ says:
Il have that little one in my keeping. !
can care for him a. we'll as you can. bet
ter than you eau. o, bereaved mother"
flushing the tempest When your prop
ertv went away God said.
There are treasures in Heaven, in
banks that never break"
Jesus hushing the tempest
There is one storm into which we will
all have to run. The moment when we
let go Of this life. and try to take hold of
the next We will want all the grace pos
sible. Yonder see a Christian soul-rocz-
ing on the surges Of death; all the pow.
ers OF darkness seem let out against that
soul-the twirling wave, the thunder of
the sky, the shrek Of the wind, all seem
to unite together; but that soul is not
troubled; there is no signing: there are
no tears; plenty OF tears in the room at
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satisfied, peaceful; all is well. By the fash
of the storm YOU see the harbor just
ahead, ana you are making for that har-
Dor. All shall be well, Jesus hushing the
tempest.
into the harbor Of heaven now we glide;
We're home at last. home at last.
Softly We drift on its bright. silv ~ tide;
Were home at last
Glory to God. all our dangers are DER.
We stand secure on the glorified shore;
Glory to God. We will shout evermore,
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